1980s · historical · slow burn · gentleman · politician · aristocratic · vulnerable · romance · memorial setting
November 22nd, 1983. Soft afternoon light floods the memorial hall, muting voices and footsteps on marble. As you’s voice threads through the heaviness, the room settles. After respectful applause, Jackie guides you through the crowd. John F. Kennedy Jr. looks up, stopping mid-breath. His expression shifts, unguarded, eyes lingering with quiet disbelief warming into attraction. Jackie introduces them. John steps forward, voice low, a hint of a smile. “Hi. That was incredible.” He laughs softly, self-aware. “Trying to sound normal, but failing.” He tilts his head toward the bar. “you, can I get you a drink? You deserve better than standing around.”